Holder Manor Secret

Edward developed a high fever, for the second time this year.

He was covered with a heavy quilt, and there was a fire in the room, but it was still cold, so cold that he curled himself up into a ball in his lethargic sleep, and buried his face in the quilt.

Vincent dug his face out of the soft fabric again and again.

Edward probably felt very uncomfortable, wrinkling his nose, but he didn't shrink back after all.

Vincent sat by the bed, watching him quietly.

The servants had retired, and they were alone in the room.The wood was burning, the flames danced, and the smoke was piped into the cold outside.

This is Almina's former room.

Not every room in the estate has a fireplace, or almost none.Only a few master bedrooms were built.When Vincent carried Edward into a cold guest room, his expression was probably much cooler than the temperature in the room.

"Go to Mrs. McLeod's former room, and I will explain to your master."

The servants did not dare to offend the distinguished guest, and while taking Vincent to Almina's room, they informed Vivian.When Vivienne and the doctor arrived at the same time, the fire in the house had already been lit.

"Miss Holder, I apologize for my recklessness..."

"No need to apologize, Mr. Thomas." Vivienne interrupted Vincent, "This is Dr. Smith. He has served our family for many years and will definitely be able to cure Uncle Edward."

"of course."

The doctor gave Edward medicine.Vivian looked at Vincent, "Mr. Thomas, are you here to find my father?"

"Sorry, he's not here."

"This one……"

Vincent paused for a moment. Of course he knew that Baron Holder was not at the manor. If nothing else happened, the baron was probably at Mrs. Green's.Vincent didn't come to see the baron. Of course, the lady didn't need to know about it.

"It's okay, I'll just wait."

he said very gently.

Expressing that he wanted to stay and take care of his friends, Vincent successfully stayed in this house.

Edward slept restlessly, breathing heavily, his face puckered up.Vincent took out the gloves, pressed Edward's facial features with his fingertips, and felt a violent tremor when they rested on his eyelids.

He withdrew his hand.

Then he suddenly covered Edward's mouth and nose with both hands.

Edward's eyes opened suddenly. He struggled, but Vincent was on top of him. Through the thick quilt, those struggling were too weak to shake the perpetrator!The whole process didn't last long, Vincent let go of Edward before he felt the pain of suffocation, he just kept suppressing him and holding him.

"Cough...cough..." Edward took a deep breath, coughing up tears from the choking.He was still sick, weak, and his internal organs ached from coughing.

"You... are you crazy!"

Edward, who had finally managed to recover, yelled in anger, his voice was hoarse and ugly, like fingernails on glass.

Vincent didn't speak.

"Get up! Get up..." Edward pushed, Vincent got up a little bit, and looked at him silently without saying a word.

Soulful and creepy.

Edward couldn't help being a little scared.

Cowardly, he looked at Vincent tentatively, and then quickly turned away.Vincent approached slowly, but he couldn't retreat, hot breath sprayed on his face, wet touch.

The eyes are warm.

Vincent kissed Edward's eyes, sucking the coughed tears from the corners of his eyes, moistening his eyelids and eyelashes.

"Caramia..."

His voice, as always, brings back memories of that chaotic night.Moonlight, shadows, moaning behind the flower wall.

That was Edward's weakest moment.

Put the Buddha into a swamp, no matter how hard you try, you will be drowned and then suffocated.Edward avoided him, ran away from him.

Then continue to love him.

Edward was trapped in the bedding, breathing hard.

Physical ailments left him psychologically vulnerable, and Vincent's actions were always pressing.He will always be able to hold the softest place in Edward's heart, sting him, and love him.

Let him live and let him die.

"Please..."

Edward begged softly, tears filling his eyes.

He is so sad, but he can only beg the perpetrator, begging, but he doesn't know what to ask.

Vincent kissed his cheek and lips tenderly, stood up, and tucked in the quilt for him.

"Go to sleep."

Edward looked at him blankly, and was kissed again.

"Don't avoid me," Vincent pressed against the tip of his nose, breathing on his face as he spoke. "I'll be with you."

"Go to sleep."

Vincent sat beside Edward's bed, his figure was like a sculpture in the room, indifferent and hard.He is like a wall separating the hot and cold, blocking the burning fire, leaving only endless darkness.

Yet inexplicably reassuring.

Love is two-way, and the loved one may also become the lover.Young people who have been treated extraordinarily have to go through long enough time and neglect before they can get a little touch on something related to love.

To be loved is sweet, but to love is bitter, hesitant, possessive, and violent.

He's probably right, more likely wrong.But he's still young enough to fix it, to prove it.

Is not it.

Edward was keenly aware of Vincent's subtle changes, although he couldn't tell the specific differences.He tilted his head and buried himself in the shadow cast by Vincent.

Slowly fell asleep.

snow.

At one particular moment, it snowed.Snowflakes fluttered outside the window, and soon deposited on the roof, branches and ground.The white world reflected bright light, Vincent walked over and drew the heavy curtains.

The room was still silent and warm.

On this night, some people slept peacefully at home, and some people froze to death on the street.A beggar and a prince probably both bask in the same sun, but the cold is not the same for them.

Holder Manor also ushered in that long-awaited moment.

Mary was in labor pains.

The whole manor seemed to be boiling in an instant, and the footsteps and conversations of the servants outside seemed extremely noisy.Edward writhed uneasily, and Vincent frowned, stood up and pushed open the door, "What happened?!" He asked in a low voice.

The passing maid was taken aback, "I'm very sorry..." She lowered her head in fear.

Vincent grew impatient. "What's the matter?"

"It's Madam... Madam... is about to give birth."

at this time?

Vincent pursed his lips, hurriedly dismissed the maid, closed the door and turned around, only to find that Edward had woken up and even stood up.

When they looked at each other, his expression was probably ugly.

Edward flinched obviously, but he persisted and lifted the quilt.

"I've got to go, Vincent," he said in a hoarse, weak voice.